"The World of Wonder's " was not a place for the faint of heart. Every whisper of wind, every flicker of light, every shadow in the forests carried magic beyond imagination. Mountains breathed ancient secrets, rivers murmured forgotten spells, and the night itself seemed alive, watching, waiting.
Power ruled this world. Strength, cunning, and fear shaped destiny. Cruelty lurked in the hearts of the mighty, and darkness could grow in even the smallest corners. Yet legends spoke of something far rarer than power—something that could defy the shadows. A spark of pure light, a heart untainted by deceit, a soul untouched by malice.
And in the midst of this perilous beauty, a quiet girl with a heart of unmatched kindness was about to step forward. She carried a light no one had seen in centuries, a gentle glow that could stir hope even in the coldest of hearts.
Her name was "Christina Edward". She did not yet know the weight of her destiny, nor the dangers that waited in every corner of the World of Wonders. But the world was already waiting for her.
The first whispers of magic were stirring, and soon, nothing would be the same...
(Morning in the world of wonder's)
The first light of dawn slipped through the small windows, brushing golden streaks across the wooden floor. "Christina Edward" stirred under her thin blanket, her tousled hair catching the sunlight. She yawned, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and for a moment, the quiet of the morning wrapped her in peace.
Her room was modest — a small bed, a wooden table cluttered with jars of herbs, a few old books, and a window that opened to the edge of the forest. Outside, the forest hummed with life: tiny lights flitted between the leaves, hinting at creatures invisible to most, and soft murmurs echoed, as if the trees themselves whispered secrets.
Christina stretched and stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping over her own slippers. She laughed softly at herself, a sound as gentle as morning wind. Despite her clumsiness, she moved with care, tidying her room and arranging the few belongings she had. Every small act seemed important to her — a misplaced cloth, a dropped jar, even feeding the little magical sprites that often peeked through her window.
In the kitchen, her mother was preparing a simple breakfast of bread and warm tea. Her father, tired from long hours of work, rubbed his eyes but smiled faintly when he saw Christina helping without being asked. Her older brother, Chrish Edward, was already gone — a bright young man in the town, known for his intelligence and skill, and the source of both pride and silent pressure for Christina.
Despite the modesty of her home, Christina's heart was full. She carried a warmth that not even the shadows of the world could touch. Her kindness was quiet, unnoticed by many, but it radiated in every careful gesture, every soft word, and every smile she shared freely.
As she stepped outside into the morning air, the forest's whispers seemed to pause, as if something beyond her understanding was stirring. Today was not just another day — today, the first step of her journey awaited.
Christina poured herself a cup of warm milk, careful not to spill, though a small drop escaped and rolled off the table. "Oops," she whispered, quickly wiping it up, cheeks tinged pink. Even in these small moments, her careful nature shone — she hated leaving a mess, even if no one noticed.
Her mind, however, was elsewhere. "Duskie Kingdom". The school of legends. Stories of magical halls, talking classrooms, and students capable of wonders beyond imagination swirled in her head. Every year, children like her waited for the day they could step through its gates. And now, the day was almost hers. Her heart fluttered at the thought — excitement and nerves tangled together like the forest vines outside her window.
From the distance, she could hear her brother's laughter. He had always excelled at magic, and everyone spoke of him with pride. Christina often wished she could be like him — talented, confident, admired. But she knew deep down that her path would be different. Gentle, quiet, clumsy… yet somehow, she hoped, meaningful.
Just then, a tiny sparkle of light darted across the garden, and a small sprite peeked out from behind a leaf. Christina giggled, reaching out her hand. "Hello there," she whispered softly. The sprite bobbed in the air, as if nodding, before vanishing into the sunlight. Even the smallest magic seemed alive around her — a reminder that the world of wonders was waiting, and her story was just beginning.
Christina's mother placed a small bundle of clothes on the table. "Christina, are you ready for tomorrow?" she asked softly, smoothing the folds. Her voice carried a mixture of pride and worry.
"I… I think so, Mama," Christina replied, twisting her fingers nervously. "I hope I can do everything right. I don't want to make a mistake."
Her father chuckled, ruffling her hair. "You've always been careful, little one. Just remember to be yourself. The school doesn't need another copy of Chrish — it needs...it needs you, my little angel."
Christina's eyes sparkled at the mention of her brother. "Chrish says Duskie Kingdom is amazing," she said. "He said the library is huge, and the halls move on their own, and… and some students can even make fire from their hands!" She paused, imagining the grand halls and floating classrooms. "Do you think I'll be able to do magic like that?"
Her mother knelt beside her, taking her hands in hers. "Magic is more than flashy tricks, Christina. It's in your heart. And your heart… is one of the kindest I've ever seen. That is more powerful than any spell."
Christina felt warmth spread through her chest. For a moment, fear melted, replaced by a quiet courage. She wasn't just going to a school — she was stepping into a world she had only dreamed of, a place where she could learn, grow… and maybe, just maybe, show her light to others.
From the open window, a soft laugh floated in — her brother, already practicing his spells in the garden, carefree and bright.
Christina spent her whole day, doing gardening,some work with mother and some mistakes as well.
Then in the evening...
The sun dipped low behind the trees, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Christina sat on the small wooden steps outside her home, hugging her knees, as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Today had been filled with laughter, chores, and quiet moments of magic, but a sense of finality hung in the air.
Her mother joined her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. "Sleep well tonight, little one," she said softly. "Tomorrow is a big day, but I know you are ready."
Her father leaned against the doorway, eyes tired but proud. "Remember, Christina, no matter what happens, your kindness is your strength. Let it guide you."
From the garden, Chrish's laughter echoed one last time before vacation ended. He walked over, ruffling her hair with a teasing grin. "Try not to get lost on your first day," he said. "And don't be afraid to be yourself. That's what makes you stronger than me sometimes."
Christina giggled, a nervous but excited sound, feeling warmth spread through her chest. She didn't realize it, but her small heart was carrying hope, courage, and a light that would one day shine far beyond her home.
As twilight settled, the family gathered for a simple dinner, sharing stories, laughter, and quiet moments together. When the candles were dimmed and the stars blinked awake in the sky, Christina lay in her bed...
"And as Christina closed her eyes that night, a faint shimmer of light danced across her room — as if the world itself was whispering, 'Tomorrow, everything begins.'"